Thursday, May 21, 2020
you into
Thursday, May 14, 2020
i
Tuesday, May 12, 2020
Monday, May 11, 2020
first thing that you know
Thursday, May 7, 2020
thursday morning
in the morning finding you well on a thursday you shit after me and we drink coffee on the bed and look out and men who fold their shirts and walk in the morning and were children once now play and golf are walking in the morning and we kneel across from each other near the window where he leans and masturbate and I cum in a cup the children I will no longer have close and I think but don’t say that once I saw a video on twitter where a gay man put a frozen vile of cum in his boyfriend’s ass and he fucked his ass until the cum had melted from ice
and i take my ice millions of children are everywhere but mine are dropped into a brown cardboard box in a chamber between two doors
and they are collected in full ppe
pp
the penis
of a woman
the penis of a woman
the cum of a woman makes children
or is the children
i can’t decide
and they are in a box
waiting to sleep as we have just done
and today
everything is the same colour
the same two colours
for the rest of your life
sitting as kinaesthetic fidget control of consciousness
The day of the jump off has to be grand you will probably feel better you say in bed sweet summertime in the video you start early because you know this will only work if it feels electric, like there might be something to lose , like closing in on a corner but it keeps turning , and I am right now fairly sure it will I wil i will I will I will relent the intensity of life which still beats within I will write a letter to someone when I want something I tell myself I do not want I will write this for myself and remember always that process is the most important thing the doing the rest is I will remember to enter my body and car for it and welcome it’s new changes I will speak literally and liberally and naturally naturally naturally and return here for reminders of the hesitation the pause pained feeling of leaving a moment
following the thought into a feeling, or was it the other way around. new clarity, new annoyance with no full stop keep the warm tea near and the gallery of bending open to the street keep it open the smell of temptation is good i am happy with the smell of temptation
when it comes it is celebrated, i am crying to yoko ono season of glass driving home and when i get there it is all she has promised or mostly yoghurt smell and video games and a shower and out of the shower a kiss wet
I flush the toilet before I finish peeing, which is also why I take drugs